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Doll Face Chapter Seventeen
🕑 Added 2020-10-23 15:52:40 +0000 UTCChapter eighteen will be the final installment of this story, and then the long awaited San Bambina will begin. Thanks to everyone who stuck with this story until the end. I hope you enjoy the climax.
“It’s time for lunch!”
Beautiful blonde Marilyn, still seated on her plushly padded and pampered bottom on the floor, barely had time to process the words before she found herself hoisted into the air. Gasping, she reached out instinctively and found herself wrapping her arms and legs around Melissa’s neck and waist. She fumed, absolutely hating the thought of being manhandled like this by a former subordinate.
But there seemed to be little she could do about it at this point, so she gritted her teeth and hung on for dear life, burying her face in Melissa’s shoulder, her perfume and shampoo powerfully sweet in her dainty, upturned nose.
It was a dizzying ride to the kitchen where she found herself settled into a conveniently adult-sized high chair on her crinkly bottom. Before she could react, a tray was locked in over her arms, pinning her in place.
“Let’s see,” Melissa said, opening the fridge and peering inside, “what have we got for the world’s cutest baby?”
Marilyn scowled... she hated being referred to as a baby, especially when, clothing aside, she didn’t resemble one in the slightest.
Melissa hummed to herself, bending down to look in the fridge. From the high chair, Marilyn watched her t-shirt lift, her pants tightening across her rear end as she leaned forward to look into the fridge, the material clinging tightly to her booty to display both cheeks and the cleft between them in every detail. In spite of herself, Marilyn was impressed... she’d always thought of her shy assistant as scrawny and unappealing. Truth be told, she’s got quite the little booty on her, she thought.
She stared at ‘Mommy’s’ booty, finding herself unable to tear her eyes away. Her admiration was evolving into something else... something she dared not name. It was totally crazy-- before her encounters with Virginia, she’d never had any romantic interest in other women, but now, she couldn’t stop staring at Melissa’s yummy ass, wondering what it would feel like to run her hands over those sweet cheeks, to squeeze them, kiss them, stick her face between them and--
Dear God! Marilyn thought, squeezing her eyes shut and giving her head a shake. What that hell’s the matter with me?!
She was grateful when Melissa finally made her selection and straightened, the hem of the t-shirt falling back over her booty once more. “Ah! Here we go... I’ve got your favourite!”
The jar was placed onto the tray in front of her, and Marilyn's heart sank when she saw that it was strained prunes-- emphatically not her favourite, but she could tell by the look on Melissa’s face that she probably wouldn’t listen if she tried to explain.
Melissa popped open the jar with a simple twist of her wrist, and Marilyn frowned when the moist smell of the prunes hit the air.
“Get ready!” Melissa said, spooning up a big load of prunes, all dripping and gooey, “here comes the airplane!”
Frowning and squirming, Marilyn forced herself to open her mouth and accept the spoon, the sticky, brownish purple syrup staining her lips and dribbling down her chin. Squinting, she forced her self to chew, preparing herself to force the mush down her throat as best she could.
But a strange thing happened... not only did she not have to choke and gag it down, Marilyn found herself enjoying her meal... actually genuinely enjoying it, to the point that she found herself chewing slowly, savouring the taste in her mouth. She eagerly swallowed and opened her lips once more, happily accepting the next spoonful of delicious prunes, which Melissa was all too eager to provide.
Marilyn greedily worked her way through the jar of prunes, chewing and swallowing enthusiastically, then promptly popping her mouth open to accept the next yummy spoonful. The wonderful taste lulled her into a strange, almost hypnotic trance... a silly, babyish glee settled over her, and she happily smacked her lips, oblivious to the mess accumulating on her face.
She belched loudly, relieving the growing fullness in her tummy... for the moment, anyway. The gorgeous Adult Baby, her mind emptied of all thoughts except filling her belly with as many prunes as she could, cheerfully chewed and swallowed as quickly as she could.
Beaming brightly, Melissa loaded up another spoonful. “What a good girl! Open wide! That’s a girl... chugga chuga choo choo!”
Marilyn eagerly opened her mouth, happily chomping down on another mouthful of goopy prunes and swallowing them, shivering with pleasure as she felt her belly swell, becoming rounder and tighter with every bite.
Soon, Melissa was scraping the spoon against the bottom of the jar, collecting the last remnants before pushing it home between Marilyn's smiling lips.
“All gone!” Melissa said, showing Marilyn the empty jar. “What a good girl your are to eat up all your dinner like that! Mommy’s so proud!
Chewing the final bites of her dinner, Marilyn grinned moronically as her former assistant lavished praise on her. Watching Melissa cross the kitchen to dispose of the empty jar, Marilyn hungrily chewed and gulped down the last of her meal...
And just like that, it was like she’d been awakened from a deep sleep. All the reasons she had loathed strained prunes in the past suddenly came rushing back to her, the awful aftertaste remaining sticking to her tongue and the roof of her mouth suddenly reminding her of everything she hated about the horrible, gooey lumps. She groaned, smacking her lips distastefully, her belly emitting a long, low gurgle... an audible reminder of the belly full of prunes she had so greedily snarfed down.
Without warning, she emitted a long, rolling burp, frowning when she realized she was beginning to feel a bit sick to her stomach.
Marilyn found herself back in the living room, plunked down on her diapered bottom atop the soft, fuzzy baby blanket once more. The TV was tuned to the mind-numbing children's programming they apparently expected to hold her attention while the ‘grown ups’ chatted in the background. She sighed and propped her chin up on her hand trying to get into the bright, childish entertainment (and ignore the ominous gurgling that was emanating from her midriff at regular intervals.)
Occasionally, she would peek back over her shoulder at the adults as they chatted and sipped their wine, and each time, Virginia was looking at her with that damnable grin of hers, making Marilyn blush and drop her eyes to the floor in response.
Half watching the cartoons, she sucked in and blew out air heavily, hoping it would settle her stomach a little, but still her guts continued to gurgle and groan noisily. Marilyn forced herself to belch softly every few minutes, hoping to reduce the pressure that was steadily growing, cursing those damn prunes under her breath again.
Without warning, she blasted a loud, wet, bubbly fart that vibrated her butt-cheeks and rumbled the seat of her diaper. Marilyn gasped, her eyes widening. Her desperation was increasing exponentially, and she had the sensation of a 10 pound weight plummeting down through her guts, hurtling towards the exit. With wide eyes, she felt her colon filling rapidly, with nothing but her delicate little anus to hold it in.
Sweat began dribbling down her forehead, and deep gurgling and grumbling emerged from her abdomen, her eyes bulging as she passed gas again, a short but noisy toot that made her crack feel moist... had she just had an accident? Marilyn was too scared to check.
She glanced over her shoulder at the others to see if anyone had noticed her disgrace yet. Only Virginia was looking, and she shot the sexy blonde babe in the puffy white diaper a wink that could make a corpse blush.
Marilyn didn’t blush, but she did rip a fart that threatened to blow her diaper right off her butt. Her heart sank when she felt a slow spreading warmth in the seat of her pampers. Her butt-crack was all wet and gooey, and as she passed gas again, producing a sound like a motorboat struggling through a river of mud, her face went pale... she knew it was only the beginning.
